Your British English echoed through the field
Clear as glass
Your voice was the wind
No matter what flag flew above our heads
It reached the hearts of a million men
Your grace was never made of pride
It shone in how you looked in people’s eyes
Through every race
Through every storm
You told our battles as living poems
You walked the paddock
Smiling wide
A giant frame
A gentle mind
Your words were calm
Your laughter kind
And you taught us all —
Respect defines
Did you see the rainbow flag of ’78?
While we were chasing black and white
You carried colors we never saw
The courage to live your truth in light
I may have never said it clear
That simple word
I owe you still
For every race
For every year
Your voice remains
Forever real
Your British English echoed through the field
Clear as glass, your voice was the wind
It reached beyond all flags and lines
A timeless song, that still defines
As long as fire runs in our veins
We’ll never forget your gentle grace
Chris Carter —
Your voice remains
A heartbeat across the field of race